Now I don't know if this is something to be concerned of, but I've got these ideas of murder. I keep hearing these voices in my head and I keep checking for monsters under my bed. Cause they said, they said I was pure, They said I was cured. But unsure, If I would use this gift or abuse it. So I decided to bury the evidence. When I awoke it was evident, this was a message, yes but this was not heaven sent. And I spent my days and my dreams and I've spent my nights awake figuring out what it means. When I awoke things weren't the same, I hear something dark its calling my name. St.James, St.James, St.James St. James